This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 488 Dragging Blackrock Fortress into Badab!

Roar! ! !
In the material world, the blade belonging to the Blood God shattered and then turned to ashes.

Stung by the wounds and driven mad by its loss, the Blood God roared furiously, and the chaotic power that had sustained the entire war withdrew from the material world without warning or indication.

It's like a slug that's expanding and enveloping a sphere, corroding and digesting everything within it, suddenly being pierced by a blade from within, causing its greedy and seemingly endlessly expanding desire to shrink back.

As the delusional torrent receded from the surface of Badab and the ravaged Star Ring, the grip of Chaos loosened, and the power and gifts of the Eightfold Slaughter abandoned His slaves, leaving behind a group of lonely, helpless individuals trembling before the gaze of countless guardians.

The sudden loss left the rebels, who were still fighting the defenders on the surface, bewildered and at a loss.

As the boiling passion subsided, the plasma, hot as magma, swept through the atmosphere, evaporating a significant portion of them and the ground beneath their feet into a cloud of igniting gas, and a chill descended upon them.

Some people dropped their weapons, some stood there in a daze, frozen in place, bewildered and stunned, like wooden chickens, and then they were killed.

They scattered and fled, only to be hunted down and killed while trying to escape.

It was as if these fanatical followers of the evil god had their brains ripped out in an instant, losing all courage. Along with the red mist that was suddenly dispersed in the sky, a gaping hole and a gap appeared.

The entity that once belonged to them, defined them, and endowed them with boundless power no longer exists.

Countless people escaped the clutches of chaos with this fatal blow. The supernatural power disappeared from this world so quickly and thoroughly that even those who were immersed in this disaster couldn't help but optimistically fantasize that its threat would return.

Only when we are still struggling but are already functioning, will the time it takes to move forward be revealed.

not enough.

Sheathing their swords, they stood upright, the gray sand imbued with the power of the Nightbringers slowly receding. The chilling deathly will, as cold as an abyss, quickly dissipated, making the two sharp giants less terrifying in the eyes of intelligent beings.

Arthur calculated the losses, pondered the tiny wound left on the Blood God by the remains of the Nightbringer, and thought of the Khorne's army still rampaging across the galaxy, and sighed slightly.

They were truly afraid, but the damage was minimal. As long as they avoided targeting these individuals, the gods could still act with impunity.

not enough.

Arthur's gaze fell upon the Astartes, who had previously been like fish and shrimp in a tide, unable to do almost anything.

Two people are still too few.

"what happened?"

Ryan sheathed his sword.

He was also reviewing the situation.

From the increasingly smooth transitions within the warp with the assistance of the Eldar aliens, to the confrontation with the power of the gods after the battle began.

Aside from Arthur ensuring that the power of the Star Gods was at their disposal, they also won by still possessing intact bodies in the material world.

It's unknown how the Emperor created them, but he truly molded a part of them into beings living in the real universe, which allowed him to act somewhat recklessly in the real universe as he gradually came to understand their true nature.

If the great rebellion back then had been like this, the intensity of the war might have been even higher.

"I hope that the power we have can be shared with more people, not just in a superficial way."

Arthur replied, then raised his sword and gestured to him.

"But this."

Decentralization is currently impossible. Although Dawnwing lacks theoretical knowledge about systems, the core of centralization cannot be changed. There are too many problems in this universe, and only a small number of people can be guaranteed to be free from interference from the external forces of the gods. Special beings like them absolutely cannot simply hand over the most crucial parts without careful consideration.

That would serve no purpose other than providing yourself with a warlord and a bunch of chosen gods for Chaos.

Arthur and his companions define themselves primarily by their unique characteristics, in order to explore ways to enable more humans to survive in this universe.

However, the core contradiction remains unresolved.

Although a strategic stalemate has been reached, at least under their leadership and that of the Primarchs, humanity is able to fight back, and even, if necessary, storm into the realm of the gods to kill. But once things have reached this point, the road ahead becomes even longer and more unpredictable.

The fact that the demonic armies spawn almost randomly across the entire galaxy is troublesome enough. We will definitely need to focus on building up this infrastructure, at least in certain areas, to gain control over the switching between warp and reality, so as to secure a sufficiently safe base for the Empire.

As for the gods, Nurgle is rejecting his true self and fearing his own change, while the other three gods do not have such obvious weaknesses; they can truly treat the galaxy as a toy and play with it at will.

The attack just now was at most a trip over by another, shorter chess player, whose toes hit the table.

There's still a long way to go before the Lego bricks on the game table jump up and bite them.

"That is a long and arduous task."

Ryan couldn't help but have some doubts about the achievement of this dream, but he didn't refute it.

He believed in miracles.

The lion looked around, its consciousness spanning thousands of years.

The trust of a stranger, the burden that can be laid down, the glory of recognition, the long-awaited admiration.
Having spent most of his life abstracting, he's actually alive and enjoying all of this—isn't that a miracle enough?

"Take it one step at a time."

Arthur was optimistic about this.

"Just like in the past when it was just us, now we have you, Guilliman, and Kolax. We can't be impatient. We must seize the moment and grasp every opportunity."

However, it got stuck after that.

Primarchs are also special; it's difficult for even lower-level Guardians and Astartes to find their way forward, let alone mortals.

None of us have ever seen the Ancient Saints, so we can't even imagine what this race is like. Even if we can help mortals to try and eat the Four Gods, normal humans can't possibly manage it.

Is there any way to grant this right to humans as well?

Arthur squinted.
He seemed to have thought of something.

Arthur has a deep understanding of psychic powers; he himself is the embodiment of these powers, except that he does not follow the same system as the warp. He is able to define everything about the world he perceives.

Since the human soul is firmly bound to the Warp, or perhaps this world and the Warp are two sides of the same coin, then humanity must be granted the right to define the Warp, or the Warp must recognize certain characteristics of humanity as defined, just as the Blood God defines ranged weapons and blood.

Records show that as early as the Siege of Terra, Khorne followers were able to obtain the Blood God's blessing by cutting off the turrets of armored weapons that were aimed at the heads.

He thought of a golden sun in some subspace.

If humans could truly kill a god, would the warp recognize it?

As Arthur thought this, he glanced at Ryan and thought about the Primarchs that had not yet been found.

Finally, he gently shook his head.

It's not the right time yet.

Their foundation is not yet solid enough. There are too many unstable factors in the real universe. Their faster-than-light travel plan has not yet been fully developed and cannot support such a large project.

"What did you think of again?"

Ryan felt a chill for no apparent reason.

This feeling made him hallucinate that he was bombarding the walls of Terra, and that he was personally firing the cannons.

"It's an idea, but we need to discuss it in detail later. It's not quite mature yet."

Arthur replied, and then stopped dwelling on the matter.

That's too far ahead. Let's focus on doing what's in front of us first.

"Let's go. Prioritize integrating Badab's resistance forces; this defense needs your assistance."

Having completed the expulsion of the warp's influence, he once again revealed his signature slight smile.

"in addition--"

"You played very well, boss."

At least Ryan doesn't falter when it comes to fighting, and I believe he'll evolve into a fully-fledged form like Old Nineteen soon.

Arthur then had Ramses send a blessing to the nineteenth prince.

Private conversations don't have as much of a formality. Back in the day, everyone would say thank you to everyone when they received takeout, let alone these partners who risked their lives to help them. It's no big deal to give them a compliment.

Ryan twitched his beard, listened to a bunch of praises from his partners over the radio, mixed with Guilliman's reluctant agreement, and then spoke.

"I know."

he emphasized.

"There's no need to keep repeating this."
-
That's all.

The field of vision ahead begins to expand due to the increasing friction.

The walls, decks, and roof were all shaking. Through the cracks, you could see laser barrages sweeping down from the void, locking onto the star ring fragments that had entered dangerous altitudes and blasting those massive, asteroid-sized debris into scattered metal fragments.

Huron and a group of wounded warriors staggered across the tilting deck to meet the two Primarchs approaching them.

Ledodes wasn't seriously injured, but he appeared mentally exhausted from the continuous attacks.

With the help of the apothecary, Tiberius recovered from his fatal wounds, which had been pierced by nineteen swords. Beside him, the strategist Kahulangi held the stabbing sword that had caused the injuries.

The Raven Children have become quite adept at protecting Chaos artifacts over the past thirty years, thanks to the presence of Corax in the warp, which protects them from harm when facing these demonic weapons.

The pharmacist gathered Abaddon's remains: a left arm, half a torn leg, and a spiky braid with a piece of skull still attached.

The rest could not be found; only some fragments remained, collected in a jar, since they were melted down.

On the stretcher, simply welded from steel plates and used to lock the various fractured parts of the body, lay the soldier who had been thrown out in molten heat.

Zulukao Androkles, a company commander from the Star Phantom Legion.

The Starry Night Phantom Chapter, along with the Executioners, Red Scorpions, Firehawks, and other chapters, were originally part of the 13 Guardians of the Maelstrom chapters specifically named by Dawnwing. During their mission to support Altramar, this Ninth Company Commander was one of the members who first dispatched troops to Badab to assist in the defense.

Ryan crossed his arms over his chest.

Unifying people's thoughts is not what he wants to do.

"You played very well."

Before Huron could apologize for letting Abaddon escape, Arthur raised his hand.

"It is because we have warriors as brave as you that the gods pay the price for their actions. The gods are hesitant because of Abaddon's weakness, but we are encouraged to move forward because of your fearlessness."

"So there is no need for self-blame, human warriors."

Arthur repeated himself.

"You played very well."

Huron pursed his lips, bowed his head respectfully, and said, "You flatter me, sir."

Ryan then stepped forward and handed over command to Huron directly.

Arthur then went to the control panel, gently pushed aside the operator's prone body, and skillfully dialed the channel line. The machines that had been broken due to the power of chaos and conflicts with various parties began to heal, and even the shells that had been ravaged by the warp were gradually restored under the power of the star god that shaped the world.

He switched the channel to the entire ship and grabbed the microphone.

"Crew members of the 'Steel Ring' Star Ring Platform!"

He shouted.

Everyone who lingered in this area listened to the sounds emanating from their own ears, including those who had long since become one with the machines, able to see and hear.

“You can all see and hear it yourselves, so there’s no need to say more. The position we’re defending has come to an end.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he could almost see the ground coming towards him through his real vision. The dive looked so slow and so leisurely, but Arthur knew it was just an illusion created by the subject's reference point.

This region has fulfilled its mission, just as all those who fought within it have.

"Honor compels me to allow you to remain at your posts; it is indeed a good place to dedicate yourself to humanity under the Emperor's gaze."

Arthur continued:

“But in this case, I would not recommend doing so.”

"Below, on the ground of Badab, a counterattack led by us has been launched, and we all know what a great victory we have achieved after this war. I believe that in the future where we can still stand side by side, we will take away more traitors. Such a future has never satisfied me."

The trembling became more and more intense.

The outside view was completely blocked by the thick firewall.

The metal emitted a series of whistling sounds as Ryan led his troops in retreat, the lush green forest engulfing them.

"Therefore, we do not need to go down with the ship, nor do we need to be like the sailors of the old days, because we have won this war. Our names will still be remembered, our names, the names of the units we served, the names of the fortresses we defended, and everything we gained from this war will never be forgotten."

The outer shell of the Star Ring fragment began to disintegrate, and a huge crack ran across the western region. The metallic howl grew more and more violent, and everyone could hear the air rushing into the cracks. As the outer hull finally broke into tumbling fragments, they swept up from the lower decks.

"When victory comes, stand up proudly, as proud as any emperor's warrior!" he said.

Numerous escape pods were deployed.

"We were given a chance."

Carrier-based aircraft took off from the platforms one by one, but did not rush to leave. Instead, they docked at the gap and relied on the restored communication system to rescue nearby crew members.

"We seized the opportunity."

Arthur smiled genuinely.

The flames faded from his view of reality. He cast one last glance at the crumbling surroundings. The fragment no longer possessed any life activity, and its body was gradually becoming weak and small under the onslaught of the atmosphere.

But it doesn’t matter.

The areas cleared by ground troops were quickly occupied by air forces in the atmosphere. With absolute air superiority, the Marines had ample time to occupy those landing points and welcome their comrades.

The person who created it is still alive, and the person who drives it is still alive.

Boom!

The ship shattered, creaking and groaning, as countless orbital strikes converged upon it.

As the star ring annihilated upon completing its mission, Arthur also vanished from the cabin as if an image had detached from its layer.

The Wings of Dawn do not want you to sink with the ship, but to return alive with the experience of this battle, to share, improve, and reflect, and then to lead a warship to sever the claws of those who dare to lay hands on the lives of their compatriots.

We will seize the next opportunity.
-
As the teleportation flash faded, Abaddon's battered body stiffened for a moment in a standing position before collapsing to the side due to loss of support.

"grown ups!"

Using a support to lift the severely injured and unconscious War General, the Dark Mechanicus acolyte shouted, "My lord!"

Abaddon did not respond.

Part of his head was missing, and all but his right arm had suffered severe injuries.
Seraksia looked at the badly injured Abaddon, her complex, insect-like visual system inadvertently glancing at Kayan.

This Warmaster's supporter seemed to have been provoked by something again, and had been in a daze since the beginning. However, it was clear that even with Abaddon already seriously injured, Serakxia did not dare to show too much hostility.

"."

In the end, he chose to let go of the mechanical scepter in his hand.

She relinquished control of the acolytes, something an extremely easy task for a mechanical sage would have accomplished, allowing these Abaddon followers to send him to the pre-prepared operating table.

They lifted him onto a cleaned chair, picked up the instruments, and, through the nauseating smell of ripe flesh, tried to remove his blood-soaked armor without tearing off more flesh.

beep--

The medical equipment emitted a piercing alarm.

"The war commander's vital signs are fading!"

The attendant shouted, but dared not make the slightest move, waiting for the two adults who still held the power to make a decision.

Seraksia glanced at Kayan.

The wizard still stared blankly at Abaddon's body.

"Shall we start the ceremony?"

She asked tentatively.

Although they are shareholders of the Black Legion, they are still quite proficient in the Chaos Ritual.

After all, although Abaddon makes grand pronouncements, there are times when he really has to use them. Putting aside high-end items like the Wolf Brothers, even the Black Legion's enchanted warriors are all wholesale.

Now, the surface of the brain and 80% of the flesh have fully matured from this injury; even a miracle cure might not be able to heal it.

"."

Kayan was still lost in thought.

Serakxia raised her voice and repeated it loudly.

"what?"

Pulling himself out of his chaotic thoughts, Kayan looked at the mechanical consultant and began counting on his fingers what the other man had just said.

Oh, it was for treatment.

"can."

He blurted out the words instinctively, and then the psychic energy poured the healing method into his mind.

No—no.

Thinking that it was Abaddon who had been treated, he added.

Even though this Chiko's appearance was obscured by severe flesh mutations, sometimes you don't need to look at someone's face to judge how distracted they are.

Is it possible or not?
The elegant, dark gold sculpted chest area began to bulge, and Serakxia almost laughed in exasperation.

You were infected by Abaddon too, right?
"Go, capture a demon. I believe that with the will of the Great Chaos Warmaster, we can easily defeat it."

She gave the order directly to the biological sage under her command, deliberately raising her voice.

Even the cowardly sage looked over.

Kayan, who has always been quite cautious in his use of demons, remained silent.

At Seraxia's signal, the Bio-Sage immediately began to act.

Demon possession is no challenge for them. After all, when they need to overcome difficulties that require wisdom, they often just grab a demon, stuff it into the data, modify the data, and pretend that the problem has been solved. Then they boast that this is the true power of Om Messiah.

That's what the Dark Mechanicus has always done.

The biological sage swiftly eliminated several acolytes and began preparing for the ceremony around the operating table.

The ceremony proceeded smoothly. As he wrote the ninth blessing, the offerings of all nine people, including himself, exploded. Power from the four supreme divine realms surged forth from different areas, carrying the shattered flesh and metal towards Abaddon.

?

Serakxia's mechanical pupils contracted, and she quickly activated all her sensory devices to carefully observe the scene before her.

Puchi~
As the demon shrieked as it was injected into Abaddon's body, the remains began to be repaired.

Nurgle occupied the lower half of the body, Khorne occupied the left arm, Slaanesh occupied the chest and abdomen, and the four gods, including Tzeentch, marched together toward the gap in the head.

Abaddon's shattered body is being repaired and restored in an exaggerated way.

After occupying the areas they desired, the conflicting forces of the gods began to attack each other, causing countless abnormal limbs to sprout from each point of contact. Wounds that constantly cycled between tearing and healing left large amounts of blood and thick fluid of various colors on the ground.

Beep~ Beep~ Beep~ Beep
The instrument has already emitted a stable echo.

Ok.

Seeing Abaddon's body thrashing against itself, Seraksia didn't think his vital signs could be described as stable.

However, the power of the gods.

Carefully scraping a bit of tissue from Abaddon's already bald head, Seraxia whispered in admiration of Abaddon's talent in this area.

"."

Abaddon's lips twitched slightly.

"."

Seraksia moved closer.

"."

Abaddon murmured.

"What is he saying?"

Adjusting her sensory devices and hiding behind a series of protective measures that had been set up early on, Serakxia asked again.

Kayan was still lost in thought.

"what?"

After a long while, he finally looked at the person who had asked the question.

Sigh, yet another pathetic soul whose ideals have been completely shattered.

The huge, elegant multi-armed machine shrugged, deciding that it no longer needed to pay attention to this guy.

"Blackrock Fortress".

Abaddon's mouth trembled once again.

"grown ups?"

Seraksia leaned down to listen.

Blackrock Fortress!

Abaddon opened his eyes, as if waking from a dream.

The surrounding acolytes hurriedly retreated, looking at Abaddon, who was sitting up with his swollen body supported by a brace.

"Drag Blackrock Fortress—"

He opened his eyes, one golden and the other four-colored, turned around, and roared at his advisor.

His eyes blazed with boundless fury.

He looked at Kayan, the advisor who had dedicated almost everything to the ideal of the Warmaster, and Abaddon saw countless wavering thoughts in his eyes.

He looked at Seraxia, the never-so-honest mechanical consultant, who was examining him with great interest, as if he were a rare treasure.

bump!
A muffled thud echoed from the steel gate.

"My lord! I, I—"

Harken charged into the area.

He immediately noticed Zhan Shuai's current appearance and looked astonished.

Abaddon was also stunned.

He looked down and could barely make out his current appearance through the relatively tidy floor of the Vengeance Soul.

Do not!
Who did it?
When the bald head, which had been shriveled and then bulged again as the four gods fought, stood before his twisted body, his gaze turned fierce as he looked around, as if questioning.

Who did it!
Those around instinctively looked away. Haken, who had never seen anything like this before, immediately knelt down on one knee and admitted defeat, while Serakxia acted as if it were none of her business.

No one responded.

Even Kayan, the wizard most loyal to himself.

Abaddon stared intently at the silent Kayan, calling his name. A transcendent sense told him that his companion was utterly bewildered at this moment, as if a series of blows had completely shattered his worldview.

No one responded.

Confusion, mockery, fear.
This scene is like a tiny reflection, symbolizing that a certain authority has begun to lose its power, a certain ideal has completely collapsed, and a rather ominous feeling is spreading in his consciousness.

Recalling everything that had happened, Abaddon clutched his chest.

The control of the gods, the contempt of the Wings of Dawn, the disdain of those ignorant descendants, and the completely different reactions of his subordinates now felt like a sharp knife stabbing into his heart.

No, now is not the time to worry about these things.

"Obey my command! The command of the Chaos War General!"

Abaddon displayed the authority befitting a warlord.

He roared at the crowd.

"Drag Blackrock Fortress and crash it into Badab!"

　P.S.: Sorry I wrote a little too much and it's a bit late.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)